Dragon and Tiger Taoist

In the ancestral court of the sharks, the Milky Way is roaring.

"If you don't want to live a good life, then go die."

Looking down at the ancestral court of the Sharks, Ao Quan's eyes were full of coldness.

At this moment, under the control of the Dragon Palace of the South China Sea, the Lost Heart River went berserk and evolved into a whirlpool, trying to annihilate everything. The brilliance of the ancestral palace of the sharks was constantly dimming, swallowed by gray, and physical objects such as vegetation, earth, rocks, corals, and snail houses were all destroyed. When it transforms into stone, it is like a rock that has experienced vicissitudes of life and falls apart when the wind blows.

"pity!"

Looking at such a scene, the six figures stood side by side and couldn't help but let out a sigh. They were all demon saints from the South China Sea Dragon Palace. This time they invaded the Sea of ​​Bitterness, the South China Sea Dragon Palace not only invited out the great saint Ao Quan but also eight saints. There are a total of nine transcendent saint-level beings. This is already most of the power of the South China Sea Dragon Palace. It cannot be said to be disrespectful.

After hearing this, the demon saints remained calm, but they did have their own thoughts in their hearts. In this way, the ancestral palace of the sharks would be destroyed, many treasures would be destroyed and turned into ashes, and even the sharks would be buried with them. Of these, very little remains in the end.

It can be said that the ones who suffered the most in this incident were the demon saints, because these were their trophies, but they couldn't say anything, because this was the decision of the great saint Ao Quan. In addition, Ao Quan The unexpected deaths of Jian and Ao Yan also stimulated them, especially Ao Jian.

Because they seized the opportunity and poured the Lost Heart River back into the Sharman Ancestral Court, the South China Sea Dragon Palace had an absolute advantage from the beginning. Most of the Sharman clan's forces were wiped out in one battle. Even if there were one or two Demon Saints outside, they would not be able to fight again. It is difficult to shake the overall situation, and precisely because of this, Nanhai Dragon Palace has not actually suffered any major losses since it invaded Kuhai.

But not long ago, Ao Jian and Ao Yan died. In an instant, only seven of the nine saints in the South China Sea Dragon Palace were left. They suffered unprecedented heavy losses. How could this not make their minds turbulent.

So after Ao Zhong revealed that someone had broken into the ancestral palace of the sharks, they all expressed their support for Ao Quan's decision.

"From today on, the backbone of the Shark race has been completely broken. From now on, we need to implement some protective policies for the Shark people, and we cannot go too far."

Sighing, a tall and burly dragon-man, like an iron tower with only one single eye, turned his attention to Aozhong, the meaning was self-evident.

Hearing these words and feeling the gaze of the one-eyed dragon, Ao Zhong felt a surge of anger in his heart. The shark that brought him back to the shark's ancestral court was not entirely out of kindness. He suffered tremendous torture, and there are still sequelae to this day, but fortunately, in the end, he came out on top.

"I can still tell the difference between selfish desires and the foundation of Dragon Palace."

Ao Zhong spoke with a deep tone in his words. The number of sharks he had tortured to death in these days was indeed the largest.

Seeing Aozhong like this, the one-eyed dragon nodded with satisfaction.

At the same time, deep in the ancestral court of the sharks, some strange changes were taking place.

"Having experienced nine hosts and spanned the ages, this wishing heart has only now been truly forged."

Holding the wishing heart in his hand, ignoring the earth-shaking outside world, Mo Yu's old face was full of sighs. He carefully looked at the wishing heart in his hand, his eyes were full of joy, as if he were looking at a treasure, while Lingyou had already fallen into a pool of blood. , one cannot live without a wish, and she, like the previous hosts of wishing hearts, did not end well. This is almost a curse, and overdrafting hope ultimately brings despair.

"This era belongs to me. I will break the shackles and become the Demon Emperor. When I am here, the Shark Race will be here."

With his magical powers operating, Mo Yu activated the true power of the wishing heart in his hand.

Over the long years, under the consumption of a total of nine hosts, the original power in the wishing heart has been exhausted, but this is not a bad thing, because the power in the wishing heart actually comes from the Hope in the Cape of the Sea. The star, or the wishing jellyfish, is very magical, but the cost is extremely high and there are many restrictions. If you are not careful, it will harm your family, friends and even your tribe. For this reason, the Sharman tribe has always been very fond of using the wishing heart. restraint.

The most important thing is that once the original wish is directed towards living beings, especially life and death, the backlash will be extremely serious. Based on Lingyou's previous situation, if she directly made a wish to make a dragon man fall, the backlash would be enough to make She fell into the sea of ​​misery forever, which even affected the entire Sharman race. The importance of life and death was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

It is precisely because of this that the wishes Lingyou made before were all directed to dead objects or vague ones. As for the living beings involved in the process, they are not that important, even if they are dead, but this is obviously not enough. Mo Yu's request.

Because the reason why it is difficult for the Sharks to become Demon Emperors is not external, but internal. Original sin flows in their blood and they have been cursed by this world.

"Messy blood is sin, but blood that is pure to the extreme is sacred."

A thought flashed across the entire ancestral court of the sharks, and the clay puppets were reflected in Mo Yu's heart. They were all sharks.

"Today, the Shark clan is about to be destroyed. I want to unite the blood of the clan and return to my ancestors. Please help me!"

With a solemn look on his face, Mo Yu bowed and bowed. This bow was extended to all the Sharman tribe members.

The next moment, blood filled the air, and the endless power of blood came across the void and kept converging on Mo Yu's body. At the same time, the clay puppet transformed into a mermaid began to collapse and weather. They were really dead. Even those fleeing sharks had their bloodline power drained out at this moment.

With the blood of a clan in his body, Mo Yu's true body continued to rise, and his momentum continued to grow, but with it came madness. The blood of a clan was not easy to digest, and the backlash it brought was enough to even make the Demon Emperor fall, not to mention Talk about a great saint.

But even though death was right in front of him, Mo Yu didn't panic at all.

"I have accumulated the heritage of the Three Ages. Whether I can break free from the prison depends on today. I also ask the heroic spirits in my clan to help me!"

With a ferocious face and bulging veins, but his eyes were still clear, Mo Yu held the wishing heart in both hands, bowed to Jinghu Lake again, this time he paid homage to the deceased sages of the Shark race, and his attitude was extremely pious.

The next moment, the Mirror Lake was in turmoil, and a dusty mirror came to life. Its mirror surface was as dim as copper, and its body was as textured as stone. There were two similar but different flowers intertwined beside the mirror. The aura was ancient and mysterious. This was the inheritance of the Shark people. The imperial soldiers who came down had a clear mind.

Hum, I felt the call, the seal was broken, the mirror of the bright heart shook, the aura belonging to the imperial soldiers began to rise, and at this moment, the color of the world changed.

Seeing such a scene, Mo Yu's eyes were full of expectation, and the outside world also caused huge waves.

"Emperor's Arms? How could the Emperor's Arms of the Shark Clan be revived? The Mermaid's Ancestral Court has been sealed off, and those Sharks have turned into clay bodies. How can it be possible to activate the power of the Emperor's Arms!"

The imperial soldiers revived, the terrifying pressure penetrated the Lost Heart River, and the colors of the demons in the South China Sea Dragon Palace changed.

"Is it that little miscellaneous fish that sneaked in before?"

With his eyes narrowed, Ao Zhong guessed a certain possibility. As soon as he said this, the expressions of the other demon saints became ugly, and at this moment, Ao Quan spoke.

"So what if the Imperial Soldiers are revived? Are the current Sharks really capable of driving the Imperial Soldiers to break the ban? It's just a desperate struggle."

Looking into the depths of the shark's ancestral court, Ao Quan's eyes were dim and there was no fluctuation at all.

Hearing this, looking at Ao Quan who was as motionless as a mountain, the hearts of several demon saints were instantly relieved. The imperial weapon indeed has the ability to destroy heaven and earth, but after all, it is just a weapon. What can it show? The choice of color still depends on the person who uses it, not to mention that the Imperial Army Nanhai Dragon Palace is not without it, and in order to promote this plan, Nanhai Dragon Palace has made sufficient preparations.

"With the current situation, if the Sharman tribe wants to make a comeback, they can only get rid of a demon emperor."

With a sneer, a Nanhai Dragon Palace Demon Saint spoke.

As soon as these words came out, the other demon saints also had a little smile on their faces.